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The Crucified Angel
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Rhode Island
Suppose, if you will, that you had finally had enough with the annoyances in life. What are your options, you wondered. Killing yourself would be an OK option. You wouldn't have to listen to the most inane chatter from other people. But sometimes it isn't. So, there had to be another way.
In the case of Reagan Kharn, a feral human blessed/cursed with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf-like creature, he had since decided upon himself to leave the village he was residing in due to the fact that several weeks prior to his leaving during the night, there had been suspicious murders of cattle; often leaving the bodies of cows mutilated beyond any comprehension. Sometimes, their heads would literally be ripped clean off their shoulders with an extreme amount of force, something that normally no one else could do. Various puncture marks as well as excessive amounts of flesh were also torn straight from their bones. This in turn caused some of the townspeople to suspect that there was either a demon or a pack of wolves on the loose. When some turned to Reagan for answers, he was nowhere to be seen.
During the time he had left this place and resided here in this particularly treacherous mountain region that overlooked a vast but beautiful valley below, Reagan's carnivorous and predatory side had long since gone into dormancy, thusly allowing him to have finally made peace with the beast that dwelt inside of him.
Now, here he sat inside of a small but well-sized hut that stood overlooking the valley floor some several hundred feet below. It was here that Reagan sat in a freshly constructed chair made of strong oak with one leg crossing the other and an elbow up on the armrests while his chin was cupped in his hand while his short but shaggy brown hair was in the way of one of his closed eyes, giving him the appearance of either lost in thought or sleeping. His clothing seemed to have suggested that he was once a mercenary for hire some several years into the past had it not also been for a gray hooded cloak that concealed a good majority of his features at the present moment. However, one boot-covered foot could be seen tapping against the flooring impatiently, almost as if he was anticipating of the arrival of someone here.
In the case of Reagan Kharn, a feral human blessed/cursed with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf-like creature, he had since decided upon himself to leave the village he was residing in due to the fact that several weeks prior to his leaving during the night, there had been suspicious murders of cattle; often leaving the bodies of cows mutilated beyond any comprehension. Sometimes, their heads would literally be ripped clean off their shoulders with an extreme amount of force, something that normally no one else could do. Various puncture marks as well as excessive amounts of flesh were also torn straight from their bones. This in turn caused some of the townspeople to suspect that there was either a demon or a pack of wolves on the loose. When some turned to Reagan for answers, he was nowhere to be seen.
During the time he had left this place and resided here in this particularly treacherous mountain region that overlooked a vast but beautiful valley below, Reagan's carnivorous and predatory side had long since gone into dormancy, thusly allowing him to have finally made peace with the beast that dwelt inside of him.
Now, here he sat inside of a small but well-sized hut that stood overlooking the valley floor some several hundred feet below. It was here that Reagan sat in a freshly constructed chair made of strong oak with one leg crossing the other and an elbow up on the armrests while his chin was cupped in his hand while his short but shaggy brown hair was in the way of one of his closed eyes, giving him the appearance of either lost in thought or sleeping. His clothing seemed to have suggested that he was once a mercenary for hire some several years into the past had it not also been for a gray hooded cloak that concealed a good majority of his features at the present moment. However, one boot-covered foot could be seen tapping against the flooring impatiently, almost as if he was anticipating of the arrival of someone here.